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                        The Entity                         
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                         1. Entity                         
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1. Entity
Fluttershy’s day had been busy like so many others. She had gone to Sugar Cube Corner early, after Pinkie Pie insisted that Gummy needed a dental examination. It was the same as always: completely toothless but otherwise healthy. At least he was a cooperative patient, though creepily so. It was like he stared the secrets of the universe into her soul.
Afterward she stopped by the post office to pick up her paycheck from the Equestrian Department of Natural Welfare, and a second paycheck from the Equestrian Society for the Preservation of Rare Creatures. She took these into the market, but after her shopping trip she began to think she was over-extending herself. She spent so much on feeding the increasingly large number of animals she cared for, not to mention other expenses related to their care, that she couldn’t afford much of anything for herself to eat. Oh well, there was always grass.
She barely got home in time for her Tuesday Tea with Discord. He produced an arcade machine out of nowhere and wanted her to play a game called ‘Super Mario’. It made her uncomfortable to harm innocent turtles and mushrooms though. Discord stopped it, but Fluttershy felt worse that Discord felt bad that she felt bad that the not-real turtles felt bad. He produced another game involving turtles beating up ninjas, which she was more comfortable with. As long as Discord assured her they were exceptionally evil ninjas, at least.
After he left, she catalogued the food stuff she had purchased and double-checked that each critter would have enough. She teared up a little when taking stock of the meat; those poor fishies. She had to though, as she couldn’t exactly ask Harry to live on acorns. They had tried that once, but he seemed malnourished and drooled at her other critters. They gave up on that quickly for everyone's good.
Finally she finished. She checked the back yard one last time to make sure no animals or monsters from the Everfree needed medical care, back massages, or counseling. There were none, and it seemed later than she had anticipated already, so she hurried upstairs. As she passed her bedroom on the way to the bathroom, she heard a loud thump. She quirked her ears and back-stepped a few paces to look into her bedroom door. Nothing seemed amiss. Nothing seemed to have fallen either. She decided she was hearing things and continued to the bathroom.
She slipped out of her clothes and neatly folded her shirt, skirt, and underwear before slipping into a deep bubble bath. She relaxed and fluffed her wings up to get a nice soak as she washed off with soap and suds. She lost herself in thought about the next day, but snapped back to the present moment by at thump against the bathroom door. She quirked one ear and looked just in time to see the door open half way.
“Angel is that you, naughty bunny?” Fluttershy asked in a gently reprimanding tone.
No answer.
She sighed and blushed. She didn't like taking a bath with the door open, but also didn't want to rise from her relaxing bath to close it. Instead she finished washing as quickly as she could. She rinsed the suds off, drained out the water, and reached for a nearby towel to dry off.
When she stepped out of the tub, the door opened a bit wider. It made her jump, but once again no one was present. She walked slowly to it with the towel around her and quietly closed it again. She turned to the sink.
That was strange. She could have sworn she put them in here earlier, but now they were nowhere to be found. She blushed again and did not want to walk from the bathroom naked or with only a towel, though the only other things that might be in her house were ferals that didn’t care. After biting her lip in thought for a few moments, she opened the clothes hamper and retrieved her pajama top and bottom from the night before. They were a light green silk shirt that she pulled over her head and silky sweat pants Both were adorned with tiny yellow and blue butterflies.
She immediately paused as she left the bathroom. Her ears quirked up again as she found the pajamas that she had been going to wear, which now littered the hallway. There were her frilly pink panties and bra as well, all in a trail to her bedroom door.
“Oh Angel Bunny,” she huffed, leaning over to pick up one at a time on her way. She still saw no sign of Angel or any of the other critters that regularly broke into her house and insisted that she hug them. She walked down the hall to looked down the stairs, and likewise find no one. A bit creeped out now, she headed back to her bedroom with a frown. It was like Angel to be mischievous, but he usually took proud credit for it seconds later.
She walked into her room and headed towards the bed, but jumped again when her bedroom door slammed behind her. Her heart beat faster when she turned around, but took a deep breath to try and contain herself. She couldn't bring herself to open the door again, so decided to let it go. She reached for the door to lock it, but blinked in puzzlement when she found it already latched and bolted. How did that happen?
She thought herself childish as she did so, but her nervousness compelled her to check her closet and under the bed. She checked her windows to make sure they were firmly locked as well. The room was empty. Yet she could feel that she was not alone.
She decided what she really needed was sleep, though she planned to sleep with the light on. She walked to her dresser and placed the pajamas she meant to wear there while she pulled her presently worn pajama top over her head.
Whoever it was must have been waiting for an opening, because no sooner was her vision obscured than Fluttershy was yanked backwards by her tail. She squeaked and lost her balance as she toppled forward. She grunted as she hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. She started to pull her shirt down to see who was so rude, but her hands were grabbed tightly and tied together with her unworn pajama pants.
“Rainbow is that you?” Fluttershy cried out. She looked for any rationalization that this was not someone assaulting her. “This isn’t funny!”
As she struggled to get up, he yanked her across the floor again by her tail. This time he dragged her as she tried in vain to grab hold of something with her hands . When she finally managed to pull herself back up to her knees, they grabbed her by one leg and twisted, turning her over onto her back before they dragged her across the floor by one leg.
This was definitely not Rainbow. Rainbow had scared her before, but had never laid a hand on her while doing so. No one she knew would hurt her like this. Her heart beat so fast and hard that she could hear it like a drum beat in her ears. She feared she was suffocating as she couldn't catch her breath.
“I’m sorry!” Fluttershy yelled out instinctively, “I’m sorry if I did something bad! Please stop I’m sorry!”
This time they picked her up by the throat as a massive hand clenched through her shirt. Their powerful fingers dug into her neck until her air was cut off. She struggled and tried to kick, but hit nothing and was instead thrown across the room and onto her bed. Her head smacked her headboard and she squealed as pain pierced through her head and neck like a dagger before she tumbled back onto the bed. For a moment she could do nothing but gasp for air.
Whoever they were, they must have alicorn-like strength, and certainly none of them would do this. She cried out again and struggled to rip her shirt the rest of the way off. She wanted to at least see this terrible person. She couldn’t hear her assailant moving closer as she struggled, but she could FEEL them.
She did hear a frantic scratching at her locked and bolted bedroom door however. It sounded like Angel, and was followed by a thump and more scratching as he jumped and tried unsuccessfully at the door knob. She could barely hear him chattering over her labored breathing, <What wrong? What wrong?>
“Angel!” Fluttershy screamed, “Run and get help! Find Ha-"
Her words turned to gags as the hand squeezed her throat again to silence her. They pushed her onto her back again, causing her to curl up on the bed to protect herself with her legs and arms as much as she could. She folded her wings around to shield herself as well, as fragile as they were, terrified that they might start beating her.
They pulled open her wings and pushed her arms back over her head. A pillow pressed against her face and pinned her head. Her tears soaked through her pajama top and onto her pillow that pinned her. She tried to scream again, but her yell was muffled as she suffocated.
Why did they want to hurt her? What could they possibly be doing this for?
Fluttershy wished she hadn’t discovered the answer. As one hand held the pillow against her face, his other grasped one breast. It squeezed firmly and twisted it until she yelped. Fluttershy was so frightened of physical abuse that she had forgotten about being half naked. Her skin flushed hot from embarrassment and shame, her worst fears realized as the hand slid across her belly and into the front of her pants. Two fingers slid over her labia and slowly spread her apart before a third pushed within. It pried at her precious hymen to taunt her with the threat to puncture it.
Now she only wished he was simply here to beat her; Fluttershy’s terror hit critical and she thrashed about like a feral animal in a trap. She drew her legs up and frantically kicked, but her kicks did not so much as glance her attacker. She stretched her wings out and folded them inward to feel where they were, but all she got was an icy shiver when her wings touched her body before anyone else. She tickled her feathers against her breasts as it was fondled again. She could feel the impressions against her breast but there was nothing that could be causing them.
They pushed her wings back open and a fist impacted her gut, enough to knock the wind out of her to keep her still for a moment, though they seemed to intentionally hold back so as not to bruise. A hand grasped at her pajama bottom and tore it from her. They tossed the cloth wad aside to leave torn bits fabric around her lower legs. They pried her legs further open with their legs that she could feel but not kick. Her heart thumped so loudly in her ears that she could hardly hear her own muffled screams. She tensed as something warm, fleshy, and throbbing slapped against her belly, a viscous predator sitting upon her innocence, ready to consume it.
In her abject horror, Fluttershy managed to struggle enough that he had trouble holding her. Fluttershy knew her only hope was her psionic stare; surely even an ethereal creature had to see her. She turned her head to the side so she could breath and twisted her upper body. She managed to tear her shirt more and finally worked her arms out of the cloth restraints. She frantically reached for her night stand and grabbed hold of the first thing her hand touched.
“Sorry!” Fluttershy apologized from habit rather than intent as she flung her bedroom lamp across her. The only impact was when it shattered on the opposite side of the bed.
The entity moved his shaft slowly encircling her slit, thriving on her reactions. He clearly enjoyed her fear as much as her body.
“No please, don’t take that!” pleaded Fluttershy, “I’ll- you can use my muzzle! Just uncover my head- please!- oh Celestia are you wearing a condom?” Could a ghost impregnate her? Fluttershy did not want to find out, but he slid his tip to her entrance and pushed snug against her, a shove away from her defilement. She screeched in desperation, “PLEEEAASE!”
The violent shove came. Her virginity stretched and popped away in an instant as her unwilling body was forced to envelope the intruder. Pain shot up through her body as she flailed her limbs pointlessly, and when she thought he couldn’t go deeper, he drew back and forced his girthy way several inches further. Her dry inner flesh clung against him and tore away with each thrust.
By the time he was deep enough for her to feel his ghostly flesh slap against her belly, he was literally slamming against her cervix. She waited for it to hurt less, to somehow grow accustomed or to feel good like it was supposed to, but it only worsened. She couldn't stop clenching every muscle and it only made the stabbing pains reach further. He sped up, and all she could think about was that he was about to plant a disgusting load of something horrible inside her. She didn't want to give birth to a monster.
She screeched until her throat was like sandpaper. Frenzied, she clenched her fist and finally ripped the pillow that held her in half. Feathers rained onto her as she hyperventilated and stared upward. She glared intensely, though she saw nothing. She tried to focus directly above her with nothing to focus on. She waved her hands in front of her and desperately tried to find a way to stare it down. It was no use.
She looked at her body and saw her breasts visibly imprinted with each grope and squeeze of her spectral assailant. They were visibly reddened now from the painful squeezing, and her generous endowment made for some deep impressions, almost looking like a squeezed balloon. Her soft little pussy was parted with her labia visibly sliding back and forth against the invisible spire. Her body had finally produced some lubrication, not that it did anything to quench the burning, but she could actually see it coating the invisible spire when it drew back, able to make out the shape of the ridged, barbed monstrosity that invaded her. Her stomach churned and she gagged, barely able to hold in her vomit.
She was in a race to stop it before he finished, but didn't know what to do. She continued to wave her hands about until one hand of her spectral rapist moved from her breast to her throat. He squeezed until her air supply was cut off and her panic only made her dizzy from the lack of oxygen more quickly. She grasped her hands at her neck. He gripped her throat more tightly, but she could do nothing but trace the contours of the imprints.
Her whole body shivered violently as an aching pressure built between her thighs and slowly spread through her body. She clenched her teeth and hoped that that wasn't what she thought it was. To give this monster the satisfaction of her orgasm was many times more horrible than merely risking pregnancy. She gritted her teeth together in an effort to restrain her body as it continued its betrayal. She was now wet enough that the room was filled with the lewd suction noises of her most sacred space being repeatedly invaded, a wet smack with each impact of the ethereal belly against her.
The sound of the violent penetration made her feel all the more ill. She tensed up in a desperate attempt to keep her body at bay, but holding it in just made the hurting intensify. She would have endured any agony to hold it in, but her body's response wasn't up to her. Tremors rocked her body, a focused pinpoint of pain shooting up through her whole system where there should have been pleasure. She shrieked and sobbed, writhing in rage and shame at her biology, but there was nothing she could do.
Her heart dropped into the pit where her soul once was. Not only was she at the mercy of something powerful and horrifying, but she was allowing it to derive the greatest of pleasures as her disobedient body convulsed around his shaft. She no longer cared that he was strangling her, no longer cared that she would be dead in minutes if he didn't relent his grip around her neck. She just lay limply, able to feel him shivering against her, her shameful climax delicious to him. Her honey that unwillingly splattered against him seemed to soak into his form. Her whole body burned with shame to the point that she couldn't tell if he came into her as well, and she didn't care. Her defilement was already complete.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, the entity vanished for seemingly no reason. Fluttershy breathed deeply several times and arched her back. Her wings flapped wildly at the sudden freedom. She managed to sit up, her lungs still stinging. She reached to feel between her thighs. She pulled it back to find it covered in sticky fluid, unsure how much of it was from her and how much from him. Her mind went numb, wiping her hand off against part of the torn pillow in disgust. She curled up in a ball on the bed, wings stretched over her form, and sobbed uncontrollably.
All too late, there was the sound of a huge body slamming itself against the bedroom door. A second crash forced it ajar with such impact that the doorknob clattered across the floor and door hung from one hinge. A large form approached her and a soft hand touched her wing.
She shrieked, her only thought that he was back for more, and lashed out with another kick. It landed this time and when she looked up she saw the confused and concerned look of her bear friend Harry. Visible tears filled his eyes too from seeing her in such a state.
“Harry I’m sorry I thought you were...” Fluttershy trailed off and curled against his soft chest to shiver violently. Soon the smaller form of Angel crawled into Harry’s lap to hug her as well. She tried to push them away, burning with humiliation and not wanting them to see the one that they relied upon in such a weak and helpless state. What's more, being touched didn't seem appropriate anymore, no matter who did it. She sniffled apologetically as they sat by and looked helpless themselves.
She gradually came to enough to check herself for injury, actually hoping that there was something that would bear witness to her struggle. She found nothing that would still be visible in an hour. She knew his reluctance to cause permanent damage wasn't for her benefit. The demon no doubt wanted to make it hard for her to prove to others that it was more than a horrifying nightmare. She wondered if she had simply had a psychotic episode.
Fluttershy's breathing slowly returned to normal, though the beat of her heart still boomed in her head as she peered across the room. There was no hint of entry or exit other than the door that Harry had decimated in his failed attempt to save her. Maybe he teleported away. Maybe he was next to them, waiting for the witnesses to leave so he could have another go at her.
<Who did?> Harry asked, his growl soaked in both rage and concern. It was at least a little comforting that her feral friends would believe her, not that anyone else could communicate with them.
Fluttershy’s answered hollowly, “I wish I knew.”

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2. Evidence
Fluttershy couldn’t get her mind off of the entity. The dull ache between her thighs ensured that she couldn't forget for a second. She went back to the bathtub and cleaned herself again. And again. She didn’t stop until her skin was raw, but she still felt unclean.
She was so sleepy now, but terrified to go back to her bed. She was terrified of sleep. She knew he would come back at her most vulnerable moment. She sat in the tub water until it was ice cold, but barely noticed her own shivers.
The bathroom door opened half-way. Fluttershy shrieked and pulled a towel to cover herself, immediately at the point of sobs. The door closed though and Angel came out from behind the hamper; it blocked her view of his entrance. Behind him he dragged a set of folded clothes: a shirt, skirt, and underwear. She sighed and realized that in her disoriented state she had not brought clean clothing in with her.
<It me,> said Angel. He looked groggy as well, <I sorry. Is morning. You here night-long.>
“Morning already?” sighed Fluttershy, “I don’t feel like leaving.“ She couldn’t remember what she had planned to do today yet.
<You shiver.> Angel said, and patted the edge of the tub. <Will get sicked. Leave water. Be dressed. Come past stairs. Many critter friends there. Help.>
"What did you tell them," Fluttershy sniffled as her body burned with shame.
<Only that Mommy hurt> frowned Angel.
“I’ll come downstairs but... I don’t want any critter or pony to know that doesn’t already,” said Fluttershy. "Send the others away, please."
Angel frowned but nodded, and bounced dejectedly back out the door. He closed it gently behind him to make sure the sound didn't frighten her.
Fluttershy drained the water, but shivered no less after she had dried herself off. She slipped on the clothing Angel brought her, but still she was ice cold. She stood at the door for another ten minutes, afraid to open it. Finally she cracked it open and poked her head out. She looked down the hall both ways before she slipped out and tip toed to the stairs lest she somehow re-awaken her assailant.
Fluttershy's typical summer dress was short-sleeves, high in the front, and a high skirt. Someone that didn't know her might think she was easy, but she wore this outfit because it kept her cool in hot weather, not to mention that it was easier to carry around heavy bags of feed in an open outfit. It had never occurred to her what some other ponies thought when they looked at her.
It occurred to her now though. So she wore pants and a long-sleeved turtle-neck shirt; she'd look strange walking around town in that, but she didn't think she could step out the door otherwise.
When she came downstairs, Angel had sent the other animal friends he had gathered home as she asked. She flushed with shame as she moved to the couch where they sat. She felt unclean, like her touch might dirty them. Harry reached a paw to her shoulder, but she cringed away without meaning to. She felt all the more terrible afterward.
<Get help> Harry growled quietly as he withdrew his paw and looked awkward.
“I can’t,” said Fluttershy. Her eyes filled with tears again, “No one will believe me. They’ll think I had a dream. Stupid, silly Fluttershy, afraid of her own shadow.”
<We believe> said Angel.
“But they can’t talk to you like I can,” said Fluttershy, “There’s no way to prove what happened. Except maybe that I lost my...” she sighed, “But they’ll think I lost it... some other way. They'll think I'm a floozy on top of everything else.”
Fluttershy demeaned herself on her best day, and this was her worst. Whether it was true or not, she believed what she said. And it made her feel more alone than she ever thought possible.
<Have camera> suggested Harry.
“He’ll take it away from me,” said Fluttershy. She stared at her lap as she held her legs tightly together and folded her hands in front of her.
<Hide. Start hour before,> suggested Harry <Record little. Then I come. Carry away before too far. Protect.>
“I guess I could hit record an hour or so earlier,” said Fluttershy, “Maybe he wouldn’t see... but what if he’s always watching? What if he’s here now?”
<Try try,> Angel pleaded.
“Okay,” sighed Fluttershy, “I’ll go do my chores and when I get home I’ll start it a few hours before bed time. Harry... have anything you need done by the time I’m home.”
Harry nodded, <Me pink swears.>
Fluttershy washed her clothes early so that she could fold a stack of them on her dresser and it would not look too weird. She hid her camera between two rolls of towels and hoped he wouldn’t see it there. She adjusted it carefully, but it made her sick to place a camera to record her own rape. She rushed to the bathroom, but didn’t have any food in her to vomit out.
She skipped breakfast. She was anything but hungry. She had to visit a few friends today, and worried that they would realize that she was disturbed. She did morning chores before she headed to Rainbow’s cloud house for tea. Rainbow Dash was as clueless as usual. She didn't notice that Fluttershy didn't drink any tea as she told Fluttershy all about Wonderbolt practice. Fluttershy didn’t hear most of her story, and finally said she forgot something and left early. She hated herself for lying.
She went to Applejack’s farm instead to buy a cart of apples. She was early, so she hoped she could talk to Big Macintosh instead of Applejack. He would be too shy to ask if something was wrong. He wasn’t there however, so she was forced to purchase them from Applejack. Applejack noticed her mood almost immediately and continually asked what was wrong. Fluttershy finally blurted out for Applejack to mind her own business before she ran off with the cart of apples. Everything she did was making her feel more terrible, more so when realized she hadn't paid for them. She couldn't bring herself to return though. She would be sure to pay double next time; Applejack wouldn't have let her go if she didn't trust Fluttershy to do so.
She hoped Applejack didn't think she didn't like her though. She also hoped Applejack didn’t think to go to Twilight or the others.
She rushed her chores and visits so much that she arrived home several hours earlier than usual. She knew Harry and Angel were probably still doing critter things in the forest and would not be there until her normal time coming home. If she went inside she would be all alone. Or worse, she would not be all alone. She parked the cart of apples before she stood at her front door and stared at it for several long minutes.
She only went inside after she realized how thirsty she was. Maybe she could have a quick drink of juice. Afterward she could go sit in the park until her normal time to arrive home. She unlocked the door and crept into the kitchen. She left the front door open behind her and reached for a cup from the cupboard. Her hand shook, but she felt better as she poured herself the juice. She told herself everything would be fine.
Her relief shattered as the front door slammed shut.
She jumped enough that she dropped her juice on the floor. The cup rattled about in the puddle of liquid. She told herself that the wind did that, but when she arrived at the front door, she found it latched as well. She breathed quickly as she fumbled to unlock it. She managed to get it open a few inches before it slammed shut once again.
Tears streamed down her face as the entity tapped her shoulder several times. He was silently telling her that it was time to be raped again.
Her mind raced. She hadn’t had time to start the video. She wasn’t in the room with the video camera! Fluttershy turned and ran, probably through the entity. She headed towards the stairs as fast as she could run.
It grabbed hold of her tail, and for a moment she ran in place on the wet floor. She knew she couldn’t hit him, but she could try to wriggle free. She twisted and turned in an attempt to wrench her body away from him.
She managed to slip away, and no one could have been more surprised than her that she did. Maybe she only managed it because he expected her to jerk towards the back door instead of the stairs. The victory was short lived however. As soon as she put one foot on the bottom step, he grasped her other foot with his large hands. She fell against the stairs with a squeak and kicked her leg in another attempt to twist away. The closest she got to a kick was flinging her shoe across the room.
Her legs rose off the floor, her whole bottom half lifted. He held each of her thighs so that her legs encircled his hips. She felt his hands reach to unzip her pants before yanking them down, grope her behind again with one hand. He didn’t bother to rip clothing this time. Instead he slid her panties to one side so that she could feel the familiar and horrifying touch of his tip snug against her little puss once more. At least he couldn’t take anything that he hadn’t already.
Except that he could. Rather than push forward into her flower, he slid his tip higher across the cleft of her rump. He slid her panties further aside and pushed his throbbing arousal against her tail-hole instead.
As he moved, she realized that he intended to take her anal virginity as well. That wasn’t merely something that she wanted to save. That was something she never wanted touched. She clawed at the stairs and attempted to pull herself upward with nothing but her fingers as her behind remained suspended helplessly in thin air. Maybe her pants weren't a good idea after all; they'd make it hard to run even if she got loose.
“Please no not there,” she once again begged between her choked sobbing, “Not here! At least take me to my room!”
She screeched as he shoved into her once again, this time into a dry hole that would stay dry through the entire brutal process. Her tight sphincter clenched at his length and she could feel each pulse of arousal. He slammed home repeatedly and the same pains shot through her body like long needles. The smack of his balls against her crotch added to her humiliation and disgust.
Fluttershy’s mind raced. If he put it all in, would it fit? Would it rip her insides and make her bleed internally? No, she realized. The monster clearly wanted more than to have her this once. He wanted her to submit. He wanted to be able to bend her over and have her whenever he wanted. Was he correct? Even if she got the video, could she really overcome her shame enough to ask somepony for help?
He tickled her belly with something agile and narrow-tipped, which she assumed was a tail, and definitely not a pony tail. It tickled her clit and circled her sacred lips several times before it forced its way within. The tail thrust in time with his hips. When one invaded the other pulled free. The tail was thick and scaly, not soft or pliable, and the stabbing pain suddenly doubled. More than she could bear.
But the worst part was that he wanted her to orgasm again. She knew he did; he wanted to train her. She tried and failed to clear her mind and think of something to do. Anything. But all she could do was sob.
It suddenly came to her. He didn’t want to risk injuring her in a way that she could show to someone. She held onto the stairs with one hand as the other fumbled for her shirt pocket and retrieved the pencil that she had signed the apple receipt with earlier. She twisted her whole body back and forth more violently than ever. She turned herself far enough that she could fall against her wing on the stairs. She cracked the pencil as she landed and screeched. She wasn't sure if it sounded like a breaking bone, but he probably didn't know what that sounded like either. At least she hoped he didn't.
At first he held her more tightly, excited by the new round of pointless struggles. But he hesitated when she fell over. He let go of her hips, both his shaft and tail appendage popped free with that lewd pop that she had learned to hate.
She scrambled back to her feet, yanked up her pants, and darted up the stairs before he had time to check her wing or realize she was faking. She couldn't close her destroyed bedroom door and it might not have mattered anyway, so she simply ran to the pile of clothing and fumbled at the record button on her camera.
When he grabbed her again by the back of her collar and dragged her back, she wasn’t sure if she had managed to press the switch. He grabbed one of the clothes in the pile, a pair of sweat pants, and pinned her to the floor. He forced her wings to close and tied the sweat pants around her gut tightly. He used several towels as well to make sure it held both her wings and arms firmly.
She heard the camera thump to the floor, and looked for it while trying to avoid giving away its presence. She didn’t see it before he finished tying her. He pulled her away from the pile of clothing on the bedroom floor back towards the bed. All she could do was sob louder in desperation.
He pushed her onto her back on the bed. He pulled her pants off and threw them aside before he pushed her legs apart once again. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed before he pressed against her once again. He wasted no time and needed little effort to force his way back inside her already defiled hole. His tail rubbed against her slit again and pressed inside. It twisted and writhed in an attempt to 'get her off', but she couldn't hope to feel anything resembling pleasure beneath these stabbing pains.
She had done all she could. She knew that if she failed it was her fault for being stupid. That’s all she was. A stupid burden to her friends, both feral and pony.
He pulled free of her ass suddenly, but she only had a moments hope before he forced his way back into her slit. He took long heavy strokes as his tail continued to screw and tweak against her clit. His hands massaged her breasts once again and all she could do was stare at the patterns of plaster on the ceiling as he freely used her body for whatever pleasure he desired.
He pulled free of her vagina and pressed back into her bottom. His tail moved to drill into her soft slit so that both had returned to their initial task. After a minute, he went back to defile her slit with his shaft again. He did this back and forth to get the most out of her body. She did her best not to squirm as she knew that he would like that, but her body still didn’t cooperate with her and she continued to writhe.
He breathed against her face, the breath strangely room temperature. She wondered if he didn't need to breathe and was doing so as another way to dominate her. She felt his tongue lap up her tears, though new ones replaced them. He pressed his fur-less muzzle against hers as he forced her into a kiss. His tongue explored her maw. He played chase with her tongue as she attempted not to touch him with hers. She managed the nerve to bite, but it was like his tongue vaporized before she hit her mark.
He settled on her slit with his spire as his tail pushed into her tail-hole to twist in and out. Her thighs tensed and she knew what was coming. She shook her head in quiet defiance, but knew it was as inevitable as it had been before. The chorus of lewd sounds from below made her stomach churn, and she finally stopped any attempt to hold it in. She simply wanted him to stop. At least he’d stop.
But her failed effort to relax didn’t affect when it came. She lay and stared at the ceiling so she wouldn’t have to see her breasts undulating beneath his fingers and waited. By the time it hit her eyes had ran out of tears. They were wide and unblinking, her broken soul on display. Her body convulsed around him and he shivered, filled with energy from her body's betrayal.
“You got it now please just leave,” Fluttershy finally squeaked when he held himself inside her for several long minutes. "Please..."
She thought she heard him chuckle, but he did tug free. He untied the knotted clothing holding her still. Not to be nice, no doubt, but because no one could bind themselves such a way on their own. She lay still as he did so, afraid to move lest she do something to earn more humiliation. When he was done, she slowly sat up. She didn’t want to feel at her nethers this time, so pushed her legs together instead. She kept her hands at her side, afraid to move them close.
There was a moist smack against her cheek, and she became ill again at what she knew it was. She pushed her teeth tightly together in the only show of defiance she could make. What the expected didn’t come, for now at least, but there was a voice in the back of her head. It was so subtle that for a second she mistook it for her own thoughts and believed herself gone mad.
“I’ll be back again. And again,” the voice said. It echoed through her soul. “Until you’ve learned your place, cunt.”
Fluttershy didn’t answer, not with her words or her thoughts. Instead she thought of each random thing she could, now terrified that he might learn about the camera through her thoughts. But he said nothing else, and she hoped it was one-way communication.
She waited nearly a half hour before she finally turned to look towards the camera. The slightest sense of relief filled her as she saw the little red light that indicated it had been recording. The camera had fallen onto its side, but was propped up with a shirt and faced such that it probably got at least half a view of her humiliation. At least she had done one thing correctly today.
She did not want to be seen like this again. So she turned off the camera and for now hid it beneath the pile of clothes. She bathed her already sensitive skin yet again, her movements mechanical as she stared at nothing. She washed the clothes she had had on, but couldn't get the stink of her shame out of them. She retrieved medicated bandages from her medical supplies there and wrapped up her crotch, hoping that it would do something to counter the constant ache, and maybe at least annoy him when he attacked her again. She dressed in a normal skirt again, having realized that it makes running easier, though she found her longest one.
After finishing her bandaging in the bathroom, she walked into the hall where she saw Harry and Angel looking at her, guilt in their eyes. They sensed what had happened. The ferals always knew.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “It's all my fault. I came home early. I shouldn’t have and I’m a stupid, stupid girl for doing it.”
Harry shook his head and almost reached out to hug her, but thought better of touching her and pulled his arm back again. He folded his hand-claws instead.
<Not dumb,> Harry said, <Smartest pony of all pony. Special pony.> She could tell he really believed that, and even if she didn't agree, it made her feel a bit better. At least enough that she could look up from the floor.
<This?> Angel chattered as he held the camera that contained her shame on video.
“No,” Fluttershy said and teared up again, “I can’t go through with it. I can’t let anypony see that. It’s horrible.”
Angel sighed and clenched the camera in his little hands. His paws tinted red from his intense grip.
<No,> the little bunny said and turned to hop down the hall with the camera.
Fluttershy panicked and ran after him, but Angel’s little bunny legs were more agile than anything she could manage when at full health, much less now. She hyperventilated as she stumbled down the stairs, but stopped when she saw him with the front door open. He stood outside of it with the camera.
<You show magic horse,> chattered Angel. <Or me show magic horse. Mommy’s own good.>
She wanted to get onto him, to scold him, but she looked into those beady eyes and saw he was crying. She realized that now his mischievousness was exactly what she needed.
“Thank you, Angel,” Fluttershy said quietly, “I’ll- I’ll go see Twilight.”
She reached for the camera, but he moved it away from her hand and shook his head. <We go both. Me hold.> The little one wasn’t about to give her the opportunity to get cold feet.
“Of course,” Fluttershy relented, thankful that Angel was there to give her a push when she needed it, “Let’s go.”

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                      3. Examination                       
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3. Examination
Her new alicorn magic gave Twilight many things, but unfortunately super-staying-awake power wasn’t one of them. After she lost track of time and spent an entire night reading about how to prevent the spontaneous creation of space-time loops, Twilight sat in her library face down in an ancient scroll and doing the priceless text no favors by drooling on it.
She was half-asleep, but little hands shook her gently, followed by a thump thump as something small climbed onto the desk and smacked her head. Someone talked to her now, but she couldn't make it out at first.
“No, it’ll be fine,” said Twilight, half-dreaming, “Tell Helios to reverse the polarity, but be sure not to cross the streams. Otherwise Surprise will come with the baseball bat.”
“Twilight!” a familiar voice repeated.
“Huh?” Twilight finally pulled herself into a semi-aware state and blinked as she glanced over towards the voice.
“Twilight you have to wake up.” It was Spike, and he had an unusually serious expression on his face, “Fluttershy is here. I think somepony hurt her. She looks hurt.”
“What!?” Twilight immediately woke. Her body shot into fight-or-flight response at the mere suggestion that someone had harmed Fluttershy.
“I took her to your room to wait for you,” said Spike, “Angel’s with her. Something is wrong and they won’t tell me what. She says she’ll only talk to you, alone.”
Twilight stumbled out of her seat and out of the library. She left Spike to clean the mess and hurried to her room.
When she opened the door, Fluttershy sat on her bed as she looked at the floor. Fluttershy jumped when the door opened. She didn’t normally jump when she knew someone was coming. Next to Fluttershy sat Angel by himself rather than in Fluttershy’s lap as Twilight might have expected. He had his paws around a video recorder of all things.
“Fluttershy?” Twilight asked gently as she approached.
“H-hi Twilight,” Fluttershy stammered.
Angel waved at Twilight with an ear and offered the camcorder he carried. Twilight was confused at what it's purpose was, but took it in one hand.
“Angel,” Fluttershy muttered, and the bunny paused, “You and all the other critters stay away from my cottage until this is taken care of, okay? I don’t want any of you hurt.”
Angel nodded with a frown, but hopped over to the door, closing it as he left.
“Fluttershy?” Twilight said softly as she seated herself beside Fluttershy, “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Fluttershy sniffled and muttered something which Twilight couldn’t make out.
“What was that?” Twilight reached to place a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, but pulled it back when her friend cringed.
“I was raped,” Fluttershy muttered, barely at a volume Twilight could hear.
Twilight was sick in the pit of her stomach, and a torrent of rage burned through her.
“Who did this to you Fluttershy?” Twilight asked, her anger apparent. Whoever it was, she had every intent to find them and shove a kamehameha up their behind.
“I don’t know,” Fluttershy cried. She cringed at the anger in Twilight’s voice as if she believed Twilight directed it at her, “I’m so sorry!”
“No, no,” Twilight tried to keep her voice more gentle, “Nothing is your fault.”
She waited for Fluttershy to be comfortable enough to say more, but knew that time would probably never come. Twilight had read books on what to do in these situations, knowledge she never imagined she’d need. Now what she read felt like too little. She feared she would say something that hurt Fluttershy more.
Twilight carefully measured her words, “Fluttershy... Did you... take a bath afterward? Or wash your clothes?” Twilight hoped not. Any effort to get samples for evidence would be pointless if Fluttershy had.
“I did both of those things,” Fluttershy sniffled and shook, “W-was I not supposed to? Celestia, I’m so stupid.”
Twilight inwardly punched herself. Everything she did made Fluttershy's condition deteriorate. “No, Fluttershy. You’re not stupid and none of this is your fault. Okay?”
“I’m sorry...” Fluttershy answered instinctively.
Twilight looked at the recorder in her hand, and felt sicker when she realized what must be on it. “Is this...?” Twilight couldn’t make herself voice the whole question.
“You should watch,” Fluttershy said as she looked away.
“Oh goodness, I-“ Twilight shook her head, “I couldn’t. This belongs to the authorities. No one should see this that doesn’t absolutely have to.”
“You have to,” Fluttershy choked on a sob, “Please watch.”
“O-okay,” Twilight nodded. She was woefully unprepared for such a conversation.
Twilight placed the recorder against her horn, and it whirred to life. Twilight’s horn lit up and reflected a projection onto the wall in front of them.
Twilight couldn’t believe what she saw. The camera fell, and failed to get the whole scene, but Twilight could make out Fluttershy being tied with clothing. Twilight wanted to stop it, to not see another second of it.
As she was about to, her eyes grew wide as Fluttershy was dragged to the bed. Now that the view was wider, she could see Fluttershy was being pinned by some invisible force. Her mouth fell agape as she watched Fluttershy’s anus and vagina stretched outward visibly as the invisible force penetrated them.
So stunned was she that she momentarily forgot Fluttershy was there, but soon realized that not all the sobs were from the video. She quickly switched it off.
“I’m sorry!” Twilight said as she turned to Fluttershy, who now lay on her side and sobbed bitterly. Twilight cursed herself for watching it in front of Fluttershy. She should have taken it to another room. She had failed so badly at this.
“Is it okay if I... hug you?” Twilight asked softly. She had read to never touch someone in Fluttershy’s condition without being sure. When Fluttershy nodded softly, Twilight gently pulled Fluttershy against her. For a few minutes they simply sat embraced as Fluttershy sobbed.
“I’ll get Celestia,” said Twilight once Fluttershy’s sobs calmed somewhat. “She’ll know what to do.”
“No!” Fluttershy’s sudden shout rang in Twilight’s ears, “No please no. Nopony else can know. No one that doesn’t absolutely have to, like you said.”
“She could help,” Twilight said softly, but didn’t want to pressure her either. “Discord? He would help and I know he won’t judge you.”
“No!” Fluttershy screamed louder. Twilight had to pull her head back and shake the ringing out of her ears.
“Fluttershy...” Twilight was desperate. She didn’t want to make her feel worse, but she knew she needed encouragement to get help too. “Why...”
“Discord can’t know,” Fluttershy stammered. She looked at Twilight pleadingly as she begged, “He can’t because... because I like him and...”
“Of course you do,” said Twilight, “That’s why he’ll be eager to help.”
“No but I LIKE him,” Fluttershy explained, “And if I ever get the nerve to ask him out on a real date, I don’t want him to think I’m too... used.”
“He would never think that,” Twilight sighed, “Okay... I really want to help, but I need to know what you want me to do. How can I help you?”
“You’re powerful enough to stop it,” said Fluttershy helplessly, “If it knows that a princess protects me, maybe it will go away.”
Twilight thought it was a terrible idea. She thought she could beat it, but they would only be sending it to torment somepony else. Yet she couldn’t voice such an idea, not now. Fluttershy blamed herself too much already. She had to hope that once she had him, Fluttershy would agree to let Twilight take him in.
“Okay,” Twilight relented, “I know a lot of magic that can reveal or restrain hidden creatures. You can stay here in my room while I go prepare. I’ll have Starlight watch over you while I work.”
“But you said no one else would know,” whimpered Fluttershy.
“She won’t know,” said Twilight, “I’ll tell her only that you need someone to sit with you. I’ll tell her not to pry, and I’ll hide this video where no one can find it. Okay?”
“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy shook her head, “I’m being stupid. T-that’s fine of course.”
“Oh Fluttershy,” Twilight hugged her one more time, “Nothing is your fault.” She feared saying more, lest she misstep again. Fluttershy’s mind was like a minefield, littered with things that made her feel worse.
Starlight was happy to help, even if she looked incredibly unsure of herself when Twilight left her with Fluttershy. She most likely put two and two together when Twilight warned her not to touch Fluttershy without asking. Twilight hoped she did better than Twilight had. Twilight left them with the door open so she wouldn’t startle Fluttershy as much when she returned.
Twilight was confident that she could defeat the invisible opponent. If they targeted someone like Fluttershy, they were cowardly, weak, or both. Twilight wanted to make sure her mind was fresh. She found the best spell to reveal him and several restraint spells in case one failed. If all those failed, she would not hesitate to blast him in the face until he stopped moving.
Even if Fluttershy didn’t want to bring him in once captured, Twilight would make sure he could never be a repeat offender. She studied a spell that could permanently change his gender or give him no gender at all. The spells were difficult, but Twilight believed she could pull him off at her current level. As there wasn't anyone there she was willing to test it on, she also studied easier sterility spells just in case.
And of course, Twilight had an invisibility spell. The coward would certainly approach Fluttershy only if she appeared to be alone. Twilight regretted not having gotten sleep the night before, but she didn’t want to wait either. The longer she took to prepare, the more likely he would catch on.
When she returned to her bedroom, Starlight appeared to have in fact done a better job. She had distracted Fluttershy enough to tell her about rare butterflies.
“That’s all we need, Starlight,” Twilight said politely, “Thank you for your assistance.”
Starlight nodded, obviously unsure of what to say, so she waved a hand and slowly walked outside. Twilight thought she heard Starlight sniffling as she closed the door.
“Are you going to go get him?” Fluttershy asked quietly.
“Well I’m going to make myself invisible too,” explained Twilight, “When you go home, I’ll watch over you.”
“I have to go back home?” Fluttershy sounded terrified, as if she would break into sobs at the idea.
“I’m so sorry,” said Twilight, “But I don’t think he’ll show unless he thinks you’re alone. I’ll stop him before he does anything horrible, okay?”
“Okay,” Fluttershy whimpered, “I trust you. H-how will I know for sure you’re with me?”
Twilight reached and patted her hand, “If you’re unsure, place one hand on your opposite shoulder. I’ll pat it so you know I’m there.”
Fluttershy nodded quietly.
It was dark when Fluttershy walked home. Twilight hated to make her walk home in the dark, but still didn’t want to wait any extra time to take care of this. Fluttershy stopped at the stream outside of her cottage and lingered there for a half hour, afraid to go inside. Twilight wanted to comfort her, but didn’t dare do anything that might give away her presence.
Finally Fluttershy headed into her home. She took a few minutes to mop up the juice she had spilled earlier. She constantly looked around as if expecting something to jump out at her at any time. It didn’t for the time being. She checked to ensure Twilight was there nearly a dozen times before she finally headed upstairs.
As they entered Fluttershy’s room, Twilight’s eyes became large at the door. Had the intruder done that? He might be a great deal stronger than she assumed, but no matter. She was still certain she could bind him magically. She tripped as she entered and cursed herself for almost giving herself away. She looked to see what she tripped over, a hammer with claw marks on the handle. One of her animals must have intended to fix the door before Angel sent them away at Fluttershy’s request.
Fluttershy didn’t bath or change before she crawled into bed and pulled the sheet around her. She stared at the ceiling another hour at least before she finally slept from exhaustion.
Twilight swayed with exhaustion herself. She cursed herself again for her bad sleeping habits. It also occurred to her that he might not attack her the same night. If Fluttershy wanted only her to know, she might need to stay awake several days or more. She made every bad decision today, it seemed.
Twilight stood next to Fluttershy’s bed, but was still sleepy. Maybe she could sit and rest her eyes for a bit. She sat against the wall next to the bed with her knees pulled to her chest, careful to not bump against anything that might make a noise or move because of her presence.
She jerked awake and for a moment panicked as she didn’t know how long she’d dozed for. She looked at Fluttershy on the bed and sighed in relief. Fluttershy whimpered softly, and Twilight hoped that Fluttershy's dreams weren't too bad. She couldn’t imagine the nightmares the poor girl would have.
Strangely however, Fluttershy squirmed an awful lot. It couldn’t possibly be because of the intruder, Twilight thought. Twilight had a revealing charm cast on herself. She should be able to see him in bed with Fluttershy once he arrived.
Twilight stood slowly, aching from sitting on the hard floor. She blinked as she looked at Fluttershy, and for a moment thought she was the one dreaming.
What Twilight couldn’t see from her previous angle was that the covers had been folded back to expose Fluttershy’s front. Her shirt had been pulled above her breasts, her bra lay next to her, and the imprints of perverted fingers visibly caressed one breast. Fluttershy’s skirt bottom had been discarded similarly, and an invisible hand eagerly unwrapped the medical bandages that Fluttershy had wound around herself. What’s worse, Fluttershy was awake and softly cried to herself.
But she couldn’t see him? Why couldn’t she see him?
It didn’t matter. She had already failed Fluttershy to let him get this far with her and had no intention of failing more. Twilight’s horn shone brightly, and the movements of the creature paused as he suddenly became aware of her presence. He noticed too late however; Twilight blasted a beam of energy square where his chest should have been, making herself visible in the process.
Or maybe he didn’t notice too late. The beam went through where he should be and left a hole through Fluttershy’s bedroom wall.
“What?” Twilight said aloud in confusion.
Suddenly she heard laughter in her head, his laughter. He mocked her inability to stop him. She would not stand for this.
Twilight thought fast and condensed her magic into physical goo, which she tossed at the entity. She expected it to paint him regardless of what kind of invisibility he was using so that he could not dodge her next shot. It only dumped goo onto a Fluttershy, who sputtered as it spread back out into mist and disappeared. Fluttershy was still pinned to the bed, but the goo had slipped through whatever pinned her.
Twilight charged her horn and sent a wave of purple light outward from her horn. “Freeze!” her voice boomed as the energy expanded. This spell had held an army before, but now it only held Fluttershy. The entity laughed still.
It suddenly hit her, “He’s trans-dimensional?” she blurted out in panic, “I thought he was only invisible!”
Now she knew how woefully unprepared she was. She’d never seen a trans-dimensional being like this. Even Discord would have trouble harming something like this. If she couldn't even touch it with condensed magic... the only ones she knew that could touch this type of trans-dimensional life form were dream walkers.
Invisible hands grasped at Twilight's breasts and squeezed them as they had with Fluttershy’s before, though she had less to squeeze than Fluttershy, more or less perfect handfuls for the entity. She yelped and leaped back against the wall. She was helpless. Terror gripped Twilight as it never had before when she realized what he almost certainly planned for her.
“I’m so sorry!” pleaded Fluttershy.
Now Fluttershy blamed herself that she had not realized, but Twilight knew the fault was hers. How could she be so stupid as to rush headlong into something like this without having properly questioned the victim? She could probably have watched the whole video and figured this out.
Twilight charged her horn quickly again and intended to teleport herself and Fluttershy safely back to the palace. This had gone too far. She had to inform Luna of this no matter what.
The entity wouldn't have it. He picked up the discarded hammer near the door and slammed it against Twilight’s horn to destroy her concentration an instant before she and Fluttershy would have flashed away. The hammer crashed into her horn repeatedly, and Twilight couldn't pull herself together enough to put her arms up in defense.
A unicorn's horn was one of the hardest materials known to pony-kind, an alicorn’s potentially harder, so the hammer would have shattered before it caused so much as a scratch on the horn itself. Unfortunately, that didn’t keep it from being excruciating as it jarred into her more vulnerable skull. A heavy hit on a unicorn’s horn was more painful than a stallion getting his balls kicked. A gentle thump was enough to turn off an average unicorn’s telekinesis. For Twilight, utter torment rang through her head as she fell to her knees.
Her hands were pulled behind her back and she struggled to pull herself away only to feel the hammer impact her horn at least another dozen times. She lost count quickly as her body went limp. All she could do was convulse in a pit of anguish. Her horn was perfectly intact, but her skull around it was deeply bruised. She tried to scream, but got nothing out, instead drooling onto the floor.
“No, you can’t hurt her!” Fluttershy screeched. “You’re not supposed to hurt remember?”
Twilight had no idea what Fluttershy meant, but the entity certainly didn’t seem afraid to harm Twilight. She briefly felt the soft touch of Fluttershy’s hands as the girl did her best to pull Twilight’s head out of the impact zone, but he pushed her back and Twilight heard a thump as Fluttershy fell to the floor. Twilight’s head filled with indecipherable pleas from Fluttershy on her behalf.
Twilight opened her muzzle, about to vomit from the pangs raging through her head. Instead, as she opened her mouth he crammed the hammer handle into the side and pried open her teeth so she couldn’t bite. The disgusting taste of unwashed flesh followed. Oh Celestia, did she really have such a thing in her mouth?
He grabbed the back of her head with his free hand and rammed home. The tip of his shaft pushed against her throat. Twilight gagged violently against him, but he only forced it further until her neck literally swelled with his thickness. She continued to gag sharply as he shoved in and out to violently rape her face. Twilight’s whole body heaved and would have almost certainly vomited had the way not been blocked.
Twilight mentally screamed at her hands to cooperate, but she could barely get her body to do anything under the ocean of pain where she drowned. She tried hard not to cry. She wanted to be strong for Fluttershy and not give him the satisfaction, but she couldn’t stop herself. She suffocated and for a moment believed he would choke her to death on his meat.
He finally pulled free, and it felt like he might have cracked a tooth when he yanked out the hammer, only to slam it into her horn once more. This time she fell over as her lungs instinctively drew in deep breaths. Her arms didn't function enough to break her fall so she hit the floor like a brick.
“Take her to the bed,” a voice echoed. Twilight couldn't decide if it was inside or outside of her head at first.
Twilight heard Fluttershy cry among the echoes in her ears as she got closer. Once again Fluttershy's hands gently grasped at her. Fluttershy rolled her over onto her back and slowly dragged her to the bed. She had to use all her strength to heft Twilight’s limp body atop it. Her eyes cleared and she saw Fluttershy’s face. She knelt next to her with a hand on her mouth, pure terror in her eyes as she watched Twilight twitch in obvious torment.
“Undress her,” the voice boomed.
“No, no,” Fluttershy shook her head, “Why are you doing this?”
“Undress her,” the voice answered, “She will suffer because you didn't know your place.”
“But she’s my friend,” Fluttershy sobbed.
Twilight raised her head in time to feel another impact jar her horn. She arched her back and shrieked in frustration. “Fucking stop it with the horn!” she screeched with what little energy she had.
The voice ignored Twilight and spoke to Fluttershy. “Each time you say no, I will ring her head like a church bell. If you say no enough, you’ll have to explain why she is dead in your house after being beaten with YOUR hammer, you little psycho.”
Fluttershy squeaked. She sounded like her mind snapped as such a horrifying threat was leveled against her. A few seconds later Fluttershy sobbed an apology, “I’m so sorry, Twilight... I know you must hate me now... I know I deserve it."
Twilight groaned as Fluttershy’s trembling hands unbuttoned her blouse. She carefully pulled Twilight’s arm out of each sleeve as if she feared she might harm her friend again. She pulled the blouse away; the slits in the back allowed her to pull it off from around Twilight’s wings. Twilight opened her mouth to say she didn’t hate her and that it was her own fault, but all that came out was an addled sob.
Twilight looked at Fluttershy's nude body, as she had nothing else to look at. She was impressed, at least. Fluttershy was more toned and less slender than Twilight, no doubt because her work with animals included physical labor, while Twilight sat at a desk most of the day. Twilight always thought Fluttershy was stronger when she was angry, but maybe she was just willing to use existing strength when she was angry. Unfortunately, Fluttershy's self-loathing wouldn't activate anything like that, not that it would matter if it did.
Twilight caught herself watching Fluttershy's large breasts freely bounce about. It wasn't a desirous stare; Twilight wasn't even capable of that at the time. They just happened to be the most eye-catching dynamic thing in front of her. The feel of Fluttershy unfastening her pants brought her back to her horrifying situation, though.
Being raped a terrible thing, but he was doing more. He was us Twilight as a weapon against her friend. He knew Fluttershy would blame herself for everything that happened to Twilight, and it would be more emotionally scarring to Fluttershy than what had happened to herself. She had to get Fluttershy out of here before he convinced her to refuse any new help. Before he made Twilight’s fragile friend into his personal toy.
Twilight made a desperate attempt to beat back her horror at such defilement, to keep her mind focused on escape. Her only hope was to somehow charge her magic without being detected in order to teleport herself and Fluttershy away. Her head cleared more, and she knew she would recover a lot faster than she would have prior to her royal promotion. Did he know? Twilight was only fair at stealth casting, but maybe if she pretended to remain helpless as she recovered, he would be too distracted by his grotesque show of power that he wouldn’t recognize it in time to stop her.
It would also require that she not make any effort to comfort Fluttershy however, which alone would be unbearable. This is how it had to be; only this could rescue her.
Twilight gagged again as Fluttershy unfastened her pants and pulled them over her legs. She couldn’t get the awful taste off of her tongue. If she could, she would have ran to the bathroom and gargled a gallon of mint.
Twilight could move now, but she forced herself to remain limp. Fluttershy’s tears fell against her neck as Fluttershy removed her bra, more drops on her belly as Fluttershy tugged off her panties. Twilight wanted to scream or run. The torture of laying limp as she waited to be raped was greater than the pain that still throbbed in her head.
“I’m really sorry,” Fluttershy repeated between her sobs, “I know you won’t want to be my friend anymore after this... if you can hear me... I want you to know that I understand...”
The voice chuckled darkly, “Lick her.”
Fluttershy hesitated, “You mean... on her...”
“Stupid toy,” the voice reprimanded, “Get her pussy ready for rape.”
“I’m so sorry,” Fluttershy muttered another apology as she pushed Twilight’s thighs apart, her hands feeling cold and clammy against Twilight's sweaty thighs.
At first Fluttershy pretended. Twilight could feel unsteady breath against her, but Fluttershy barely traced her tongue across Twilight’s pubic fur. The entity didn't have it. He pushed Fluttershy’s head firmly until she almost suffocated against her friend’s slit. Twilight's muscles tensed in a desire to pummel the entity, no matter how impossible, and she grew sicker than ever. She wished the creature would simply torment her and allow Fluttershy to rest. Already she feared the yellow pegasus could never recover from this.
Twilight ground her teeth together in an effort to concentrate. She shifted her eyes about and located the hammer which floated nearby. It readied itself to bash her head again if either of the girls did anything that might be construed as a complaint. She realized he must know Twilight was more aware than she pretended. He used Twilight’s body to rape her friend.
Twilight flushed brightly all over as Fluttershy dug her tongue awkwardly between her labia. Twilight became damp whether she wanted to or not and Fluttershy’s expression of disgust increased as she continued, her tongue now covered in Twilight’s juice. Fluttershy’s eyes met Twilight’, and at the realization that she was being looked at, Fluttershy tried hard to look less disgusted, as if afraid she would offend Twilight with her distaste.
“Enough,” said the voice, “Hold her.”
Fluttershy pulled her head back the instant he allowed her. She coughed and pulled strands of fur off her tongue as she moved atop Twilight. Finally she faced her friend and they stared into each others eyes. Fluttershy whimpered as she moved her hands to hold firmly against Twilight’s arms. She pushed her legs between Twilight’s legs and spread them. At first she touched as little of Twilight's naked form as possible, but she wasn't strong enough to hold herself up, and soon lay her lithe form apologetically against Twilight. Fluttershy's tears fell against Twilight's face.
Twilight could barely manage to gather energy as her head slowly cleared. But the more clear-headed she became, the more panic welled up inside her to take the place of the pain. She had attempted to keep her mind focused on Fluttershy. She had to help Fluttershy. She had to be strong for Fluttershy. Twilight looked at Fluttershy’s empty eyes as they stared at her, and didn’t want Fluttershy to see the terror in her own eyes.
He lay his weapon against her slit and let it pulse there against her. Twilight hyperventilated as her whole body shook. She finally couldn’t contain it. She thrashed in panic and pushed Fluttershy away as she attempted to close her legs. Fluttershy whimpered, but held her friend. Twilight sobbed every bit as much as Fluttershy might have as she looked into Fluttershy’s anguish filled eyes.
“Please forgive me, I don’t want him to kill you, I’m so sorry!” Fluttershy begged forgiveness as she put more weight upon Twilight. She stiffened her legs to keep Twilight’s from pulling shut. Her nails dug into Twilight’s shoulders as she strained to hold her friend against the bed. Fluttershy continually glanced at the hammer as well. When she saw it draw back as if it might be going to strike Twilight again, Fluttershy moved her head forward, as if she had planned to throw her head into the way the next time he moved to strike Twilight.
Fluttershy and Twilight trembled violently as the entity pushed them closer together. Fluttershy jerked as he grabbed one of her hands and forcibly placed it on Twilight’s breast. Fluttershy whimpered and moved her other hand obediently to the other breast. Afterward he shoved Fluttershy’s face against Twilight's to push their muzzles together.
“Not your fault,” Twilight breathed out before Fluttershy tilted her muzzle and kissed her friend, but it didn’t seem like Fluttershy heard her. Fluttershy darted her tongue around in Twilight’s mouth randomly, probably now afraid he would know if she didn’t. Twilight didn't lick back, but she didn't avoid Fluttershy's tongue either, afraid she would increase Fluttershy's misery.
Twilight moved one hand to pet Fluttershy’s head as comfortingly as she could, but accidentally yanked Fluttershy’s hair instead when the pulsing monster invaded her sacred space. Twilight wasn’t the innocent virgin Fluttershy had been, having lost her own out of scientific curiosity, but that didn’t make it feel any less like defilement. She squirmed and arched her back as she closed her eyes. She tried her best to build power, but all she could do was listen to her and Fluttershy’s sobs echo through her head.
Twilight realized it was more. It wasn’t merely the emotional scars of the horrifying crime. Her magic was being physically drained away. The creature somehow fed upon her, all her escape attempt had done was feed him.
Twilight sank further into despair. She blamed herself for this catastrophe, she had completely failed. Rather than being captured, the entity had been handed a plate of alicorn magic to feed on. He feasted on her humiliation.
Twilight’s saw Fluttershy’s face twist with disgust suddenly and her body jerked against Twilight’s. Fluttershy’s slit undulated against her as if he had invaded her simultaneously. Twilight didn’t know if he used a tail or if it had spawned a second tool, but either way he feasted on both now.
Twilight could manage to move her arms now, but she couldn’t think of anything to do with them. So she let them lay limply on the bed as her friend held her steady to be used by the monster.
Twilight's ravaged insides tensed and she knew what was on its way. She used what little magic she had in an effort to stop herself from giving him what he wanted. He must have realized, because the hammer swung again to impact her horn twice before it moved back to its previous location.
Fluttershy pushed her head in the way but couldn’t make herself do it in time. So instead she doubled her efforts to play with Twilight’s breast and pressed into a kiss more firmly. No doubt she thought the strike was punishment for her failure to do well enough.
Twilight let herself go. She finally accepted her grotesque fate and waited for it to be over. She grunted as her body twitched and unloaded for him, though it was doubtful one could hear it below her crying. She could feel him pull more of her magic more quickly when she had her shameful orgasm. She grew rapidly weaker.
He continued to thrust into Twilight’s over-sensitive cunny until Twilight could feel Fluttershy tremble against her. Most of Fluttershy’s juice didn’t touch Twilight as if it had absorbed into the entity.
“Now I will finish your lesson,” the voice said, “After this you will never defy me again.”
He finally pulled free of the two girls. Twilight thought it was over, but didn’t know what his words meant.
She found out quickly as invisible hands grabbed her throat and squeezed. She found herself suddenly deprived of air and completely unable to resist magically. She moved her hands to her neck and could feel the imprint of his hands, but nothing she could do would pull them away.
Twilight panicked at the realization of what he planned. She attempted to scream but couldn’t, so instead flailed about and kicked her feet, not that it mattered. Fluttershy realized as well and panicked too. She reached her hands to Twilight’s neck. In her desperation she clawed at the invisible hands, only to leave red scratches on Twilight's neck.
All the things she had done. All the things she wanted to do. Would her life really end like this? Her whole body felt dead already as the full realization hit her. She would die and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Not only that, but anyone who examined her body would suspect she had been beaten with the hammer on the crime scene, not to mention Fluttershy's nail marks on her bruised neck. She imagined the cruel being would even make Fluttershy bury Twilight herself to hide the corpse.
Her body slowed and she ceased her struggle. She decided to die with as much dignity as she still had the capacity for. She stared blankly at the ceiling and tried not to look at Fluttershy’s weeping face. Her body twitched without her control as she became dizzy from lack of oxygen. Fluttershy’s screams seemed further and further away. Her mind was so deranged that only then did she realize she should close her eyes, so she did so and waited for her end.
It didn’t arrive, not yet at least. Twilight couldn’t tell what happened at first. Shivering hands grasped her tightly and hefted her over their shoulder. In their hurry to escape they slammed Twilight’s head into the edge of the door frame. She heaved in a huge breath and attempted to regain her wits, but suddenly felt herself fall. She flailed until she slammed against the stairway and rolled to land on her back. Her wings folded at an odd angle and there was a stabbing pain in her back where it had slammed against the step's corner.
Her vision finally cleared enough to see Fluttershy. Her sheer terror at the potential death of a friend had given her the strength to grab Twilight and carry her away. She attempted to pick Twilight up again, but he knocked her back onto the floor before she could.
Twilight summoned all the magic she could during the brief respite from being drained. She was just shy of what she needed to teleport, and even if she had what she needed, she could only take herself. She hated herself intensely for doing so, but as she couldn’t target the entity, she magically sapped exactly as much energy as she needed from Fluttershy’s thrashing form. She would apologize later. For now Fluttershy's only hope was for the only witness to escape alive.
In a flash she was somewhere else. She hadn’t had time to form a target however, so she could be anywhere. She heard a loud crack of wood shattering, followed by a jagged log coming down against her head. The log knocked her to the ground, and she was so drained that she literally could not wiggle a single finger.
She had snapped a tree in half with her arrival. The magical field had literally shattered the trunk, but hadn’t stopped the rest of it from falling on her. She was lucky it didn't fall on her again as it tumbled to the ground.
At least she hadn't accidentally telefragged a pony. She told herself that she was alone now and only needed to rest enough to stagger back to Ponyville. That was if she hadn’t teleported herself into the middle of the Everfree forest, or somewhere worse.
Twilight heard a growl, but was too weak to focus her eyes on it. She barely made out a form in her peripheral vision. The growl moved closer and teeth sank into one of her ankles. It held her tightly rather than chewing and dragged her across the ground.
It was a timber wolf; she could tell by the fact that she could feel splinters sinking into her ankle in addition to the teeth. She knew all about timber wolves. It would drag her back to its lair and consume what little energy she could muster by that point. Afterward she could look forward to being ripped into pieces and consumed bones and all. Her horn would be all that was left. Celestia might locate the horn eventually, but in her present powerless state it would take far too long to save her.
The entity’s plan may as well have worked, because this resulted in the same outcome. No, it was better. Now Fluttershy would be twisted into complete submission, Twilight would be dead, and now there wouldn't even be a body to clean up. No one would ever know her fate.
She was sleepy. That was the only thing she had left now. She was sleepy. Even as her captor dragged her across the rocky ground, she closed her eyes. She allowed herself to slip into sleep. Her mind fled the horrifying reality, and instead she dreamed that she was back home. She was at her real home, where her parents, her and Shining lived together. She was content.

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4. Evil
Fluttershy stared into Twilight’s eyes. She could see the life fade from them and all she could do was scream in frustration and rage. Twilight couldn’t die because of her. She would never forgive herself. She would take her own life rather than allow herself to live after she had committed such a crime.
But though she couldn’t pull him off of Twilight, maybe she could pull Twilight away from him. Fluttershy strained with all her might to pull Twilight off of the bed. Her emotions pushed her body past its limit as she threw Twilight over her shoulder and ran. She heard Twilight draw breath, and her heart leaped in an incredibly brief moment of joy. But how long could she protect her?
Fluttershy ran into the hall, though she accidentally slammed Twilight’s head into the door frame as she passed. She called out “I’m sorry!” and continued to run.
Unfortunately, it was a lot harder to run down stairs than down a hall. Fluttershy immediately fell forward and lost her grip on Twilight. She tumbled head over heels down the stairs and landed on the floor at the bottom, her body bruised and aching from the fall. Her surge of adrenaline was spent.
Despite that, Fluttershy desperately tried to pick Twilight up again, but could barely lay a hand on her before she fell back to the floor from a punch to the chest. She tried to stand again. She would try until she collapsed from exhaustion, but suddenly she couldn't help but do so. She gagged and collapsed under her own weight as her energy drained away. She looked weakly and apologetically at Twilight.
Twilight looked back at her with an apologetic expression of her own before her horn flashed brightly and the alicorn vanished. Of course Twilight didn’t want to take her along for the ride. No doubt she wanted nothing to do with Fluttershy after this, but at least she would live.
“You think it would be hard to follow her?” the entity asked. “I can make her death much worse. How about fire? That’s supposed to be agonizing .”
“No!” cried out Fluttershy. Her voice cracked and she had to stop to gag for several long seconds before she continued, “No, please. I will do anything, please.”
The voice said nothing. Fluttershy felt colder than she had ever been before, as if her soul had simply drained away. Had the entity left to get Twilight? She couldn't bear the thought of Twilight being murdered in such a manner.
“Don’t leave!” Fluttershy begged, though she didn't cry. She had no tears left to give. “I will be your slave, you can use me in any way you want, and I will refuse any help. As long as my friends, ponies and pets, aren’t harmed, I will cooperate in any way you desire.”
No answer. Fluttershy pulled herself off the floor slowly. A surge of emotion shattered her fragile being as she screamed louder than she ever had. All her frustration and self-hate boiled out in one bellow. Had she the energy to go find a knife, she would have immediately slit her own throat, but at the moment she could only gag violently and fall back to the floor, limp.
She stared at nothing. All Fluttershy could think about was her friend. Twilight might be burning as she lay, and she could do nothing about it. She didn’t know how long she lay, probably hours.
“Hello again, cunt,” the voice rang out again. But had he returned from having killed Twilight, or had he merely been silent to torment Fluttershy into deeper obedience?
“If Twilight is dead,” Fluttershy spoke slowly, “Nothing you can do will keep me from killing myself.” It was the last thing she had to threaten him with.
“She is spared, for now,” the voice said. “As long as you have learned your place. But if she was dead, and you did kill yourself, the rest of your friends would pay the price.”
So she didn’t even have that to threaten him with anymore.
Fluttershy’s voice could not have been more hollow as she whimpered, “Sorry, I have learned my lesson.”
Silence once more. Fluttershy felt nothing. She wondered if she was even capable of real emotion. She didn’t bother to crawl to her bed. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep on the kitchen floor.

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5. Expert
Since she had decided to cease the nightmare torment of herself, Luna had much more time to dream walk. Dreams happened faster than real life, so she could hop through a month’s worth of ponies' dreams in a single night. Even so, it was a full time position.
It was more of an important job than most realized. Those like the Elements were lightning rods to nightmare monsters. No matter how pure their hearts, a creature could sneak in through their dreams and endanger Equestria. The ‘Nightmare Rarity’ incident had taught Luna that.
She not only assisted the heroes, but also watched over their close friends and families, lest some being corrupt them by proxy. Even a minor issue could keep them from being aware at a critical moment.
This caused her guilt, however. She never assisted many of her subjects at all, so she sometimes would take a few days off to hop through dreams at random.
She did this tonight. She shifted from one dream to another and often stayed only a few seconds. She assisted however required and moved on without need for gratitude.
But suddenly she felt wrong. She couldn't push the feeling aside. It itched at the back of her mind. Did someone desire her attention?
She had to check. She hopped into Celestia’s dream first, as she was most likely to have called, but found her sister happily in cake land, so let her be. Next she moved to Twilight’s dream. Twilight was having a moment with her family as a filly, all embraced into a group hug. Seemed like a nice dream.
But something was still wrong. Luna looked into Twilight's eyes and saw vacancy stare back, as if Twilight didn't notice her. A ripple coursed through the dream hard enough for Luna to lose her footing. She fell to the floor as another struck seconds later. She was immediately in panic mode, because she knew what that meant. This only happened as a pony was dying.
Luna snapped awake in the waking world. An instant later her bed was empty, the sheet still settling as she arrived at a new location via teleport.
After she found Twilight’s bedroom empty, Luna violently burst into the hall. The door flew off the hinges and slammed into the opposite wall. Seconds later, Spike ran out of his room and looked at her with wide eyes. He looked awkward and unsure of what to say to the obviously disturbed princess.
"Princess Luna?" Spike asked.
“Twilight, where is she?” Luna asked in return.
“Twilight?” Spike smacked his head to push the sleep from his brain. It probably didn’t help his confusion that Luna was dressed in moon-patterned pajamas
“WHERE. IS. SHE,” Luna’s voice boomed, “NOW.” She had no time to be polite.
“At Fluttershy’s!” Spike stammered and stepped back and was then pushed onto his rear by the wave of uncontrolled magical rage.
“Do NOT follow,” Luna had not the time to apologize, and hoped Spike obeyed lest she have another to protect.
A moment later she flashed into existence within Fluttershy’s bedroom. She found it empty and the door already off its hinges. Not a good sign.
She rushed to check the bathroom before she ran down the stairs. She found Fluttershy, who appeared physically unharmed, but her psychological condition was anything but unharmed. The nude Fluttershy simply stared at the ceiling.
“Sir?” Fluttershy muttered, her eyes foggy as if barely able to see in her current state.
Luna quirked her ears as she recognized a magical signature. Somepony had teleported from this location mere minutes earlier. The signal was too weak to even devise whose magic it was, but she knew who it had to be.
Luna hated to think about what Fluttershy’s state implied, and wanted to assist, but as Fluttershy was in no immediate danger. Luna had to go to Twilight first.
It wasn’t easy to follow a teleportation signature; Luna was one of a handful of ponies who could have even considered the option. This one was unusually difficult to lock onto. It hadn't been a targeted teleport; it had been a ‘get the crap out of here’ teleport, so the signature jumped about randomly.
Luna flashed back into existence atop a freshly vaporized stump. Bits of wood were scattered about where the tree trunk had exploded and the top of it lay nearby. Her horn glowed brightly as she looked about in desperation.
There. She found where somepony had lay in the dirt and drag marks where they had been pulled away. Luna broke into a full gallop to pursue.
When she found Twilight, she was being dragged by her ankle by a timberwolf. The forest demon never saw Luna coming before its physical form burst apart, shattered into mere fragments.
Luna knelt beside her. Twilight was as nude as Fluttershy had been, but was covered in scrapes and bruises from being dragged, as well as bruised flesh atop her head as if she had been struck on the horn. She moved her hands to Twilight's chest, but could find neither pulse nor breath.
“No,” Luna muttered to herself, “I will not allow this, we will not lose another!”
Luna grasped air in a telekinetic field and forced it into Twilight’s lungs. Simultaneously she put her horn against Twilight’s and sent a jolt of energy through her like an ethereal drill. She paused, fearful that she had used too much energy as Twilight’s body convulsed, then continued with measured bursts of energy to try to restart the mare’s heart.
After a few minutes Luna became desperate enough to literally force a shard of her own soul into Twilight’s body. Twilight arched her back and screamed as she took a breath, or at least her body did so as Luna possessed it. She continued to jolt Twilight with bolts of energy as she searched Twilight’s mind for any sign of conscious thought.
She could only find one spark, barely detectable. She magnified it using her own energy.
She found what she needed. The dream had crept through the barest hint of consciousness, but cruelly, Twilight’s contentment inside the dream prevented her return. It seemed Twilight now only wanted to die in peace. Luna shattered the divine peace to leave Twilight in the void in her own mind. Luna gave her nowhere to go but reality.
Twilight began to function on her own again, and Luna pulled her energy back to give Twilight back control.
Twilight heaved and gagged more violently than ever. Her eyes opened and she shrieked loudly. Luna leaned back as the yell rang through her head, and allowed Twilight to come back to her senses.
“Luna,” Twilight said as her eyes focused, “I’m... am I dead?”
“No, young one,” Luna breathed deep with relief, “I will not allow you to escape life so easily. Though I also beg your forgiveness; I should have sensed your danger earlier.”
“Don’t beg,” Twilight barely got the words out.
“Twilight,” Luna said softly, “I know you need rest, but I must know what occurred. I found Fluttershy in distress and she did not recognize me. I fear her mind may be broken. I need to know what happened.”
“Something... a trans-dimensional being,” Twilight panted, “...raped Fluttershy... raped me when I tried to help... He wanted to murder me... threatened to blame her unless she agreed to be... his toy.”
Luna stared as Twilight spoke. Twilight would have used every technique she knew to stop the being, which meant it must be extremely elusive. Luna hadn’t encountered such a being since before her banishment; was this something she believed extinct?
“I apologize, but I need to query you further,” said Luna softly as she lay her hand against Twilight’s forehead, “Did it appear to feed on you in any way?”
“...felt it feed when I... climaxed,” Twilight choked as if the memory sickened her.
“I believe I know what must be done then,” sighed Luna, “I will take you to safety first.”
“I... help you,” panted Twilight.
“No, Twilight, you must rest,” Luna sighed, “Your body and mind are at a dangerous point. I need you to trust me and allow me to take care of you.”
“I failed,” Twilight choked on tears, “...don’t let Fluttershy know I'm hurt... she'll blame herself.”
“It is neither of your faults,” said Luna, moving a hand over Twilight’s eyes, “Sleep, child.” She recreated the peaceful dream inside Twilight's mind, pushing her back into sleep to enjoy it in safety.
Luna picked up Twilight’s limp form, concentrated, and with a burst of magic appeared back inside Twilight’s room. She lay the girl gently on the bed and turned to the door she had ripped asunder earlier.
In the doorway stood Spike and Starlight. Starlight appeared uncertain of how to address Luna, while Spike immediately ran around Luna to Twilight, crying as he climbed onto the bed to check on her.
“Please bathe her and put her back in bed, she will be asleep for at least a full day,” directed Luna, “Do not further her humiliation by seeking out others unnecessarily. There is no need as I am familiar with... how to deal with the fiend responsible. I will return soon to tend to her condition as much as is needed.”
“Yes, princess,” Starlight said hollowly and bowed slightly, appearing unsure if she should.
And with another flash of focused energy, Luna stood inside Fluttershy’s house. She leaned to retrieve the girl from the floor and carried her upstairs.
“I’m ready,” muttered Fluttershy, still unaware, “Please don’t hurt anyone else... hurt me.”
“Shhh,” Luna said gently as she lay Fluttershy on her bed.
Luna placed a hand on Fluttershy’s forehead and pushed her into unconsciousness as she had Twilight. A dream immediately formed in Fluttershy's head, one of her horrifying experiences, but Luna snuffed the dream out and instead filled her mind with a dream of a field with butterflies. She used her magic to lock Fluttery inside the dream, unable to awake for the time being. Luna couldn’t let Fluttershy witness what she had to do. She would not allow Fluttershy to blame herself for what must be done.
Luna sat next to Fluttershy on the bed and closed her eyes. She stretched out her senses and waited.
She could sense the entity draw near, but the devil hesitated to approach such a being. Luna showed no sign of having detected his presence, and perhaps this emboldened him, because he moved with less hesitation as he came closer.
She left her mind open for him to speak telepathically, but he didn't chance it. A pity; it would have allowed her to grab hold of his life force with less humiliation than the alternative. At least Luna was familiar with humiliation; perhaps it would not be as terrifying as it could be.
Luna opened her eyes. She could feel him. He stood directly in front of him, thought she could not see with her waking eyes. She took another breath and folded her hands in her lap. Patiently, she waited for him to be emboldened enough by her complacence to strike.
He moved away, and Luna hoped the coward hadn't decided to flee. It would be nigh impossible to find him again if he did so. But soon enough she detected his essence approach from behind once more. She took another deep breath and waited for him to strike.
He wasted no more time. There was an impact of something blunt and metal against her horn from behind. She had hoped he wouldn’t feel the need to do so, especially since the pain from such an impact was proportional to a horned one's power. What she experienced from each impact was many times what Twilight had. In the end it had been inevitable, she realized, and only hoped it wouldn’t seem strange to him that she hadn’t defended her most vulnerable bone more carefully in a dangerous situation.
Pain coursed through her body and turned her head only to feel another impact. She fell forward onto the floor from the two and for a moment could do nothing but feel her body convulse against the floor. The pain rang through her head repeatedly until she lost count of how many times he struck. She was barely aware of her surroundings when he finally dragged her onto the bed and lay her next to Fluttershy.
Luna regained her focus slightly and turned her eyes to Fluttershy. The pegasus shook as he attempted to wake her. No doubt he wanted to torment her with the humiliation of another, but Luna’s spell kept her peacefully ignorant. She hoped he would take it as Fluttershy's own exhaustion; Luna still feared he would become wise to her plan and flee.
One hand gripped her neck. He had strength she didn't expect, though perhaps her defenses were lower from the impacts to her horn. For a moment she believed he would crush her throat. She realized that he would be severely tempted to kill her outright rather than risk what she could do to him, but hoped his desire to get her energy would override such rash measures until he got it.
She appeared to be correct. His other hand grasped her shirt collar and ripped the front of her pajamas away, followed by her bra. He couldn’t help but to give her generous breasts a good squeeze before he slid his hand to grasp the inner seam of her pajama pants and panties, which he ripped away in one motion as well.
Even the moon goddess teared up as he groped her slit. His fingers pushed between her labia and fished around in her warmth. Her whole body flushed with anger and embarrassment, but at the same time, the experience faded into the background of her existing past like a tear drop into a raging river. She wouldn't have to endure long with any luck.
Perhaps she didn’t look weak enough, because the hammer lifted and impacted her head again shortly after. This time he literally hammered her horn like a nail against her head; the strikes that missed impacted her skull directly. She strained to keep her wits beneath the ocean of pain as her vision and hearing temporarily gave out. She did everything she could to hold on to the concentration she needed to end this.
By the time he stopped, she was reduced to a shivering mass of flesh. Her feelings surfaced from beneath the torment and felt his hands massaging her breasts. A thick slab of pulsing flesh pushed between the fleshy orbs as he enjoyed the larger mare’s body. He then slid his hips back down to be even with hers and licked her face as if to taste her tears.
His hands quivered against her at the power trip of doing this to one of the most powerful beings alive. His energy bore against her with his anticipation. His thoughts bled over into her mind at how he planned to feed before murdering her. Had she not been in such a state, it would have been enough to grab hold of him with her mind, but now she required a better connection.
Disgust rose within her as her plush lips separated slowly around his tip and he glided inside. She wanted to squeeze until she ripped his dick off, but instead relaxed her shivering body as much as possible to allow her tunnel to convulse over the invader. She sprawled and pushed her hips upward in an attempt to get her body churning despite her distaste and humiliation. She needed to give him something to feed on to get this over with quickly. Once she did so...
Nothing she attempted expedited her unwilling body’s reaction, but eventually it approached. She could tell he was aware of the approach as his strokes increased in speed. While his belly audibly smacked against hers, he reached both hands about her neck and squeezed again. He tilted her head slowly one way and another as he searched for the quickest route to a neck snap, and clearly intended to end her as soon as he had her energy. That meant she would have mere seconds to focus the connection. She hoped he didn’t strike her head again, because one more would have likely been too much.
Her body shivered with orgasmic non-bliss and she quickly concentrated. He made the connection and drained her energy, but she fed back through the connection to attach her energy firmly to his. She locked onto his life force and suddenly the entire room vanished as if it had collapsed into a void. An instant before a fatal neck snap, she gained control.
She stood on an airless plane of dust, rocks, and craters as she stared at the creature who now lay at her feet. The entity was nothing that should be seen with mortal eyes, but she suffered no such limitation. His body was twisted by the force keeping him visible, and he had multiple layers of scales coating his body. The inner layers could be seen due to each of the outer layers being in an increasingly decayed state. Even his eyes and ears had scaly flesh covering them, though his piercing gaze somehow penetrated the mass. The only thing that protruded was his fleshy shaft, which bobbed in front of him. It looked almost like an octopus tentacle, covered with suckers on all sides.
He thrashed initially, unaccustomed to being out of control or so vulnerable. He attempted to use energy he had consumed against her, but soon found that in the dream world, the more of Luna's energy he contained, the more power she had over him.
“I will wait for you to complete your futile struggle,” said Luna coldly. "You will find that your only option is to kneel before your nightmare."
“How?” the creature demanded, but fell onto all fours all the same.
“What did you think would happen?” growled Luna, “With who you were unwise enough to feed on, you’re lucky I caught you. If Discord had been the one to acquire you, you’d soon be neck deep in a fate worse than death.”
He laughed, “Why are you still naked? Can't dream up an outfit?”
Luna stepped one foot forward against his neck to push him against the dry ground as she sent a bolt of stinging energy through him. She knew how his crimes felt to his victims, and she duplicated it exactly. He screamed as she continued, but she didn’t cease the energy or pull her foot off of him until he went hoarse. Still, she did not clothe herself; she wanted to show that she felt no vulnerability.
Luna usually gained no pleasure from harming another, but all the same enjoyed dispensing justice in this case. Either way, she needed to put him in his place immediately so he would take her seriously. As she casually pinned him with the torrent of energy, she sifted through her mind for creatures like this. Now she had scanned him more completely and was almost certain that he was an incubus. She had believed them extinct before her banishment.
“Are you prepared to speak seriously, ‘sir’?” Luna’s voice echoed through the dreamscape, and probably his head.
“I can’t help it!” the creature bellowed, “I have to eat like any other! She was such a perfect food source, someone I could make submit and then feed on nightly. I would never go hungry for as long as I could feed on her.”
“You are an incubus,” Luna said. She stated, positive now.
“Am I?” asked the creature, “I’ve never seen another like me.” He was honest there; Luna could read him quite well now.
“You need to feed,” said Luna, “But that requires no torment, and certainly no murder. I know for a fact you can form a body in this world to feed through, and that your sources of food remain unharmed if the act is consensual. All you had to do to eat is pretend to be a prostitute.”
“Oh I've worked at many brothels,” he said, “But I can't solidify a physical form anymore. I don’t know if it’s age or something else, but I can’t. This pony was meant to be a long-term source of food, and I had to get her to submit, which torment allowed. Killing her friend would put her deep enough under my control to refuse further help from others. Though with you... I simply couldn't resist the opportunity.”
Not being able to take solid form sounded feasible, and would explain why he never came to their attention before, and after having scanned his body, she decided to accept it as truth for the moment. However, Luna could tell that he had derived pleasure from the added torture, whether he expected to before he began or not. He regretted his decision to challenge such a powerful being, but had no guilt for the acts themselves.
“Will I be executed?” he asked.
“Perhaps, or perhaps I shall simply leave you here to starve,” said Luna. She was tempted, but execution wasn’t something done in Equestria, and she couldn't hold herself to less of a standard than she held her subjects.
He laughed, “Well I suppose I can’t stop you now.”
Luna stared at him sharply, and he looked at the ground, unable to make eye contact. She had little pity for such a monster, but at the same time...
She had been there after the Canterlot Wedding. She attempted to keep the prisoners of war alive, but helplessly watched them starve to death. Starving to death, for an emotion eater, was like being burned would be to a pony, except it lasted almost a whole day. She would not wish such a fate on her worst enemy.
“I will keep you alive here, and... feed you myself so long as you continue to know your place,” said Luna, “I will work to locate an alternate source of food or a way to restore your ability, but I will not set you free when I do, not yet. You shall atone, and I will not make your atonement easy. Make no mistake: execution would be cleaner than the humiliations you will endure. If you are truly humbled, and I will know, I will release you after a century or so.”
“So be it,” the incubus went limp to simply lay on the floor.
Twilight rested safely under the watchful eyes of her assistant and student, and wouldn’t be awake to be comforted for a time. When she did awake, and found out he was an incubus, she would likely start research immediately despite the experience. She’d probably even want to assist Luna in her search for another food source. Psychologically, Twilight would hide her pain, and Luna respected such as she dealt with pain in the same way.
With Fluttershy though, it might well be weeks before she was capable of just functioning normally. Presently, Fluttershy still lay in the bed asleep as she had been when Luna left with her tormentor. The pulse of energy from the planar shift had awaken her, though she still merely stared at the ceiling.
“Sir?” Fluttershy asked instinctively, perhaps afraid he would be angered by a lack of greeting.
“Fluttershy, it is I, Luna,” Luna said, her title not appropriate at the moment, “I shall teleport you somewhere safe.”
Luna pulled Fluttershy with her as she teleported again. She appeared in another of the empty bedrooms in the Palace of Friendship. Fluttershy thrashed momentarily, but quickly went limp to simply float with Luna’s magic. Luna carefully placed Fluttershy on the bed, and covered her with one blanket. She would get Starlight and Spike in a moment, but wanted to make sure she knew she was safe first.
“Fluttershy?” Luna asked as she knelt beside the bed. Comforting wasn’t an area where she was skilled, “You are now safely located at the Twilight’s palace. She is also safe and not seriously injured.”
“Good,” Fluttershy said almost too quietly to be heard.
“You are safe from the entity,” Luna told her, “I have dealt with the monster.”
“I... don’t know what you mean,” said Fluttershy quietly, “I... I'm fine. I'll rest and then go home.”
No doubt he’d told Fluttershy not to tell anyone else, and Fluttershy was terrified enough by the attempt on her friend's life that nothing would convince her to do otherwise right now. Fluttershy would fear his return for some time regardless of assurances.
“You are safe now, regardless,” said Luna, “I will retrieve Spike and Starlight Glimmer and inform them that you are here.”
She left Fluttershy alone. It would be a long time until the poor mare felt safe again, but Luna would make sure she did.
The end?